desensitized...
"hello?" I type in the chats endlessly, waiting for someone to notice me among their own small chaotic convocations. I stare at my squared of screen with my wet, round, searching eyes.
The internet is lazy, its made to makes things easier for people but it only seems to go against the meaning of its creation because there are fewer things to help you then make you cry.
But that doesn't mean its all bad, the accessibility to millions of therapeutic songs, books and movies counterparts how easy it is to watch someone lifelessly get slaughtered.
Is it normal, not knowing what is and isn't real.
There are few people in this new world that didn't get a device as young as some did, and some who did not fall in as deep. but we are all desensitized, but I guess that's just normal.
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Inner Thoughts - Poetry
Poetry[ every chapter will be a different up to 200 word poem I have written to get motivation, they aren't the best and I would love honest opinions <3 ]
